Yo…look
Six-fifteen AM The platform’s packed again
Same stale air same routine same game plan
But she’s there
And the doors are open…
Let’s go
Yo his briefcase swings shoes scuff the yellow line
The 6 train pulls in this is crunch time
He’s squeezed in the middle posture’s rigid arms pinned
But his eyes cut through the crowd like a cold wind
There she is by the doors with the loose strand hair
Noise-cancels in like she’s in her own layer
He tries to shift his weight make a move get close
But a dude with a backpack blocks the whole post
He’s anxious on the surface he looks calm and collected
But internally man this whole scene is rejected
He planned the line the perfect vibe the"what’s up"
But the train jerks left—man he’s stuck out of luck
The stop approaches doors chime it’s the end of the ride
She steps to the platform and he’s frozen inside
Another day another L another “maybe tomorrow”
Just a silhouette consumed by the sorrow
You better lose yourself in the rhythm the motion
The crowded commute this unspoken devotion
You only get one glance do not waste your chance to blow
A simple “hello”…but the doors close and you go
The soul is leakin’through the gap while he’s seekin’
A world where the track isn’t always bleak and
His vision’s tunneled through the bodies he’s watchin’
A normal life is borin’but this silent crush is exhaustin’
It only grows harder the car gets hotter
He sees her laugh at a text and he oughta
Speak up step up but his voice is a ghost
He’s a daily commuter she’s the one he wants most
Lonely rails God only knows he’s grown farther
From confidence he’s his own martyr
He goes home scrolls his phone no caller
Just the ghost of a chance he didn’t bother
So hold your breath ‘cause here comes the cold truth
He’s just a face in the glass he’s the old news
She don’t even know he exists it’s a solo opera
But the train keeps rollin’…
Click-clack clack-click…
You better lose yourself in the rhythm the motion
The crowded commute this unspoken devotion
You only get one glance do not waste your chance to blow
A simple “hello”…but the doors close and you go
No more games no more just starin’at the floor
Gotta break this cycle gotta even the score
I was passive in the beginnin’but the mood’s gotta change
Tired of the echo and the mental cage
I been pushed and pulled stood in the same spot
Just a quiet observer in a crowded parking lot
But I keep plottin’the next station the next cipher
Watchin’the doors like a hungry sniper
All the what-ifs amplified by the
Fact that I can’t get by with just a sigh
I gotta provide the right type of
Introduction a spark a connection
‘Cause man these silent rides ain’t livin’
And this ain’t a movie there’s no scripted given
This is my life and the window is closin’
It’s gettin’even harder the fear is exposin’
The gap between the fantasy and the reality
Screamin’internally too much
For me to want to stay in one spot another stop or not
Has gotten me to the point I’m like a train on the track
I gotta formulate a plot before my chance goes black
Connection is my only motherfuckin’option silence is not
Mom I love you but this shy trail ends today
I cannot fade away in this six-car delay
So here I go this is my shot
Feet don’t fail me now ‘cause maybe this is the opportunity that I got
Doors slide open…morning light cuts through
Same platform same time…same worn-out shoe
But this time feet move…not afraid of the slip
He taps her shoulder she turns…and she grins from the lip
You better lose yourself in the rhythm the motion
You finally took the chance broke the unspoken devotion
You only get one shot you took your chance to blow
That simple “hello”…
Now the whole world knows
Yeah…
From the turnstile to the turnin’point
You can do anything you set your mind to man
No more empty seats
